May 2012
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~ Doesn’t matter in which language I repeat it, the impact doesn’t change.
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~ ”Can We? Shall We? One day very soon, let us go away together just you and me. Can We? Shall We? Call in sick one day and travel to the sea and hold hands all day. Can We? Shall We? Eat our sandwiches on the train, get drunk on fresh air and come home tired and never tell anyone…. Ever.” —Rob Ryan
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Sometimes a story only matters because of the person you want to share it with.
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Maybe because I make funny voices when I tell stories, or because I love sit-coms with silly jokes. Maybe because I lack the grace and ‘eat my teeth red’ on cherries or because I’m too loud, too proud, too weak and too strong, too tempered over things for too long. Maybe because my image is mightier than me and my super-hero costume isn’t shiny. Or maybe because I need too...
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I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me...
– Andrea Gibson
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